The moment I opened my eyes, I was greeted not by the calm, peaceful morning I had envisioned for my wedding day, but by absolute chaos. My room, was overrun by an army of servants bustling about like a swarm of overly enthusiastic bees.
"Good morning, Your Majesty!" one chirped brightly, practically throwing the curtains open and letting sunlight flood the room.
Another was already by my bedside, holding a tray of steaming tea, delicate pastries, and some sort of elaborate fruit arrangement shaped like a blooming rose.
"What on earth is happening?" I croaked, my voice still hoarse from sleep.
"It's your wedding day, Your Majesty!" another servant declared, as if I needed reminding. "We must ensure you look flawless—no, divine—for the ceremony."
Before I could protest, the covers were whisked off me, and I was practically herded toward the adjoining bath.
"This is too much," I muttered under my breath, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
